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before.
    She is dangerous.
    "I — I don't know what time it is," she utters. "But I know I can't sleep yet. I'm a night owl, Master."
    She is trying to call me back. I grit my teeth. It is one thing to be overwhelmed by what she reveals under my commands, but it's another thing to be played by her.
    "I am tired," I lie. "And you should be, too."
    She shakes her head. "Not at all. I feel like I slept half the day."
    "You didn't," I argue. "It was less than two hours."
    She raises her eyebrows, and I regret saying it already.
    "What time is it?" she asks.
    "That doesn't matter," I reply, sounding harsher than intended.
    I turn around and remove myself from her as quickly as possible. I grab the tray from the table, switch off the light, and storm out the door before she has a chance to lure me back in. It's enough, I've already acted against plan twice today, she won't entice me to do it again.
    "Master, please, no!" she yells as the door falls close behind me.
    I hesitate for a moment, listening for her voice through the door. Nothing. For a few heartbeats, there is nothing but silence.
    Just as I make a move to walk away, I hear her speak one more time.
    "Master," she pleads again, in the most heart-wrenching tone imaginable.
    I make away as fast as possible.
    She doesn't yell for me; she doesn't scream. I can see and hear her on my screen, installed mostly for security reasons and my benefit.
    The room she is sleeping in has been designed as my playroom. I was prepared to have girls up here. To train them. To make good little sluts of those who were willing to submit to me. They would be tied and ordered not to move. For a few minutes, maybe even hours — and then I would send them home, tired and happy after their release.
    But something inside of me always knew that I would be capable of more. That I would be capable of putting one of them in chains.
    The right one. If I just met her.
    And now I have.
    I take my seat immediately after leaving the room and watch her. Liz hasn't moved since I left. She just sits there and stares at the door, just as she did the first time when I left her alone after she woke up.
    No screaming, no fighting, no tantrum. It's scary to see her sit like that. Like a statue or a frozen ghost. Nothing about her demeanor even tells that she is alive.
    Just as I am beginning to worry, she finally moves. She gets out of the bed, still wrapped in the towel, and starts inspecting the length of her leash. She tests out how far it lets her move away from the bed in every angle.
    Of course, I have taken this into consideration. The leash does not let her go as far as to reach the door, by no means. She is also unable to reach the windows, and there is no way for her to get to anything that might get her into trouble. Even the dresser is far away from her bed for a reason. There are utensils in there that she could use to harm herself. I am not worried about her having suicidal tendencies, but it never hurts to be on the safe side.
    All of her movements are calm and controlled, almost as if she is taking her time in solving a complex riddle. When she realizes that the leash won't let her go anywhere, she starts inspecting the lock around her neck, then the lock that attaches the leash to her collar and lastly the lock that connects the leash to the hook on the wall. All of them cannot be opened without the little key that I am holding close to my chest.
    She yanks at the leash, trying to get it off the hook on the wall. Once, twice, thrice. When that doesn't work, she moves on to inspecting the leash itself. I cannot help but smile at her determination. It keeps her busy.
    She does give up eventually. For a few moments, she remains standing next to the bed, frozen just like she was after I left the room. Then, very slowly and calmly, she starts searching the room with her eyes. It is only a matter of moments until she notices the camera at the upper corner of her room, pointing towards the bed. It's a